"The real dragon illustration."

Lingdao's operation is quite ridiculous, and the exhibition of true dragons, a true dragon shadow, blocked in front of Lingdao, an ancient text, as if cast into an indestructible wall, however, the emperor is desperate Stronger, not only smashed the true dragon shadow, but also opened the ancient city wall.

The fists went straight to the sky and the sword went away. The smashing Tianpin sword broke out with a burst of metal and squeaking, but unfortunately, his body, after all, could not stop the edge of the sword. On his fist, there was a road. Knife wounds, deep visible bones, Tianpin sword is still moving forward, as if to smash his fist and open his body.

"The big freedom is the sword."

Everything is only between the electric and the flint, and the butterfly dance is too late to shoot again. Fortunately, Qianhui has killed it. The dragons, phoenixes, 鲲鹏, 猿 猿 猿 猿 猿 , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , 真 真 真 真 真 真 真, the moon, the stars, blocking the sword of the sky, wind, fire, thunder, electricity, raging the battlefield, smashing into pieces of knife.

First, there are the Xuanyuan Jiujian of the butterfly dance, and then the real dragon king boxing of Lingdao, which weakens the power of the emperor’s life, and the third shot of Qianhui, the self-satisfying swordsmanship can be fully displayed, but unfortunately The emperor's life-threatening 斩 is still superior, and the slaying of the Xianliu Palace's sixth-generation exhibition, Butterfly Dance, Lingdao, and Qianhui have been shot and still lost.

Ling Dao's arms are stained with blood, and the dragon scales are broken. The Peng Peng is turned into a powder. Even so, he still hasn't stepped back. It is finally blocking the Emperor's death. Fortunately, he is not only physically strong, but also has great recovery ability. The speed of the naked eye can be healed.

"Awesome, I can save my life under my knife. No wonder I can beat the old seven." The old man of Xianyi Palace really admired one sentence, then it was a turn of the front. "Unfortunately, the three of you joined forces and still lost to me." And fight again, do you have a chance to live a little?"

A knife slashes Lingdao, the Xianliu Palace sixth has of course the pride of the capital, but Lingdao is repaired by the predecessor of the king, and it is not a general genius, especially Ling. The boxing method exhibited by Dao Shi, tyrannical, and replaced by the old seven of Xianyi Palace, could not stop his real dragon king boxing.

"Do not try and know how." Lingdao smiled, can delay a little time, and delay a little time, "The people who want to kill me, too much, I have also encountered three apprentices of Duanmu Emperor, there are The first day of the town Tiangong, there is the first day of the town Tiangong, there is the first day of the town Tiangong, I am still not alive."

The old sixth of Xianyi Palace is only the peak of Tianjun, even if it is even more powerful, compared with Qi Yuanzhuo, it is still not enough to see, there is a gap between Yufeng Tianjun and Ba Tianzun, and Fengfeng Tianjun can be a god, but there is no possibility to defeat Ba Tianzun, Ling The road did not think of scaring the old sixth of Xianzhu Palace, because he and Yu Yuanzhuo are not the same.

"Blood mosquito, can you help me solve him?"

The nine stone carvings of Wan Fuzong, when the first time they are motivated, can kill Tianzun. After that, they can only be used as weapons of defense. Counting on the nine stone carvings, Lingdao is better to use the dragon and tiger to destroy the soul knife. However, the blood mosquito The stone carvings are different, because the blood-mosquito stone carving gave birth to Fu Ling, which can absorb the blood and strengthen the body.

"Master, I don't want to help you, just, I am very weak now, let me deal with the general king of the king, but also strong, but he is different, his strength is comparable to Tianjun, if I was in the heyday, it is Can compete with him."

The blood-mosquito-encrusted Fu Ling did not mean to help Ling Dao. It was arrogant to die in the hands of the sixth in the Xianyi Palace. The Xianliu Palace was stronger than Ling Dao, but he could not force him to recognize the Lord. Ling Dao died, blood. The mosquito stone carving can restore the free body. When it is time to find a force like the Baili family, it can continue to become stronger.

"Yes." Lingdao sank a bit, cold channel, "I am not his opponent anyway, before I die, I will definitely destroy you, lest you be a disaster in the future."

He took out the blood-mosquito stone, his hands were forced, and he was ready to crush the blood-mosquito stone, and replaced it with other kings. It was not easy to destroy the blood-mosquito, but he was different because he was the owner of the blood-mosquito. He can really crush the blood-mosquito stone carvings. Once the blood-mosquito stone is crushed, the blood-mosquito-carved spirits only have the intention of extinction.

"No, no, I suddenly remembered that if I did my best, I could still hurt him."

The spirit of the blood-mosquito stone is really scared, because it knows that Lingdao is not joking, and it is such an unreasonable master. It has to be planted, and it will not be a big deal. Even if Lingdao is not killed by other warriors. Wait until his life expectancy is limited, and the world will be dead, still dying.

Lingdao urged blood-mosquito stone carvings, bursting out of the blood of the sky, a huge blood-winged black mosquito, floating in front of him, blood-winged black mosquitoes flapping their wings, the ultra-high frequency with the void is tremble Long mouthparts, like arrows and feathers, come out.

"what."

The old man of Xianyi Palace was shocked. He had never seen such a huge mosquito. Before he could react, the blood-winged black mosquito flew in front of him, a long mouthparts, and plunged into his body. On his body, wearing a heavenly armor, he wants to come to the blood-winged black mosquitoes and can't treat him.

"I don't know, it's terrible."

Unexpectedly, the imperial concubine of the Immortal Palace, even the blood-winged black mosquitoes do not know, in fact, can not blame the fairy squad, the sixth, he is a heart-thinking cultivation, where to know what blood-winged black mosquitoes, after all, blood-winged black Mosquitoes are as rare as non-beasts, and he has never seen them.

Tianpin battle armor is hard to fall through the blood-winged black mosquito, its mouthparts, directly through the heavenly battle armor, the face of the old six of the fairy palace, changed obviously, did not think that Tianpin battle armor did not play any role, he He did not hesitate to raise the sword of the sky and smashed the black-winged mosquito.

A knife went down, the blood-winged black mosquito did not dodge, directly smashed into two halves, not waiting for the Xianliu Palace old six loose breath, more blood-winged black mosquitoes, appeared in his side, a blood-winged black Mosquitoes plunged the mouth into the body of the sixth old man of the Immortal Palace, and let the old man of the Xianyi Palace be caught off guard.

Lingdao gave a look to the butterfly dance and Qianhui, letting them attack the sixth of the Xianyi Palace at the same time. The blood-mosquito stone encircles the old sixth of the Xianyi Palace. It is their great opportunity to deal with the Sixth Anniversary of the Fairy Palace, the butterfly dance and Qianhui nodded and waved his sword to the sixth of the Xianyi Palace.

"You can rest assured that your attack will not conflict with my stone carvings."

"Xuanyuan nine swords."

"The big freedom is the sword."

Butterfly dance and Qianhui one left and right, Jianguang is like a long river, and it hits the sixth of the Xianyi Palace. Previously, the old sixth of the Xianyi Palace wanted the life of Lingdao. They shot, of course, they would not be merciless. A sword followed by a sword, not killing the old man of the Immortal Palace, and vowed not to give up.

If there is no blood-mosquito stone carving, the fairy tales of the Sixth Palace will solve the butterfly dance and the thousand benefits, but it will not cost anything, but now, the power of the Xianliu Palace is greatly reduced, even if the hand-held sword is held, it is not only the butterfly dance and the Qianhui. Even suffered a sword injury, blood sprinkling the sky.

"Hua Tian Hulu."

The seven sons of the Emperor of the Immortal Palace, a man with a gourd, the old seven of the Xianyi Palace have a swallowing gourd, the sixth has a gourd, and if the black-winged black mosquito continues to suck, the strength of the old six of the Xianlu Palace will only The weaker you come, the more you die under the sword of the butterfly dance and Qianhui.

The blue gourd spurts a ray of light, like a thin, flapped sword, squatting on a blood-winged black mosquito, and the scorpion gourd, as the name suggests, can turn off the attack and can destroy the opponent. Extremely, you can even get rid of the earth and turn the sky away.

The sixth day of the Xianyi Palace uses the sword of the heavenly sword, but it is not allowed to have blood-mosquito stone carvings. However, when the gourd is gone, a black-winged black mosquito disappears, and the blood-mosquito-encrusted spirit also gives a voice of mourning. It hurts it, but there is no exaggeration of its performance.

"Nine-tailed magic."

Lingdao’s ninth will, condenses a fox tail, and impacts the world of the will of the Xianliu Palace. He has long known that the Xianliu Palace has a gourd, but he did not expect the gourd of the Xianliu Palace to be so powerful. Fortunately, his will to attack, has begun, like the waves, continuous.

The old sixth of Xianyi Palace should not only promote the gourd, but also the butterfly dance and Qianhui, but also endure the impact of Lingdao. He thought that killing Lingdao is a breeze. Who knows, he knows It’s so embarrassing now, fortunately he has a gourd.

"As long as the scorpion gourd will kill the mosquitoes in front of me, I will be free. At that time, even if you three shot together, you will still be able to rival me. They can live, and you must die."

The radiance of the gourd grows more and more, and the smile on the face of the old six on the fairy palace is more and more embarrassing. If the blood-mosquito is willing to fight with the gourd, it can support half an hour, but unfortunately, the blood-mosquito Fu Ling, pretending to be hit hard, retreats.

"Master, I can't do it. If I fight again, I can't die. Now even if you want to crush me, I can't do it. It's not that I don't work, but that his gourd is too powerful."

The spirit of the blood-mosquito stone, half-truthful, said that if Lingdao disagreed, it really did not know what to do, and then stalemate, the damage to it is getting bigger and bigger, so Lingdao nodded. Did not let the blood mosquito stone carving desperately, but it is to make the **** stone carved spirits happy.

"Haha... you are dead."

A black-winged black mosquito disappeared, and the old man of the Xianyi Palace laughed happily. His body had a piece of redness and swelling. The mouthparts of the blood-winged black mosquito were poisonous. Fortunately, his influence on him was small, and there was no blood. Black-winged mosquitoes, his strength, certainly not Lingdao, Qianhui, butterfly dance can resist.

"Beyond me, you really don't know how high the earth is."

The ninth heavy will of the Sixth Anniversary of the Xianyi Palace condenses into a arbitrarily arrogant sword, and comes to the tail of a fox. Although his will is suppressed by the dream kingdom, it is still not comparable to the predecessor of the region.